Postscript . . .

[kiya]

So I eventually got up to bed last night, got myself settled, and immediately my brain started generating a little rhyme-thing that may actually work for what I need for writing the next bit. So it was up, steal a pen from teinedreugan, stomp around looking for something to scrawl it on so I wouldn't lose it . . . .

Food and work and glowering at words now.

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[teinedreugan.livejournal.com]

So that's why I don't have a pen in my pocket today. Hrmph. :>

[kiya]

I put it back; did it fall out?

Or perhaps the cats nicked it?